The Mysterious Billionaire and His Substitute Bride

The second Janet entered the banquet hall, she felt like she had stepped foot inside a movie about the rich and powerful.

It was already dark out, but the brightly lit hall was even livelier than a sunny room.

But there was more to it than she thought. Everyone seemed to be hell-bent on meeting some invisible goal, hopping from table to table and exchanging tactful greetings.

Ethan stopped a waiter and took a glass of red wine for himself and a glass of orange juice from his tray.

He handed the orange juice to Janet. “What are you looking at?”

Following the woman’s gaze, he saw that she was staring at several independent designers in a huddle, chattering happily.

“Wow! I can’t believe the Larson Group actually invited those design masters. They’re constants at international fashion shows. I didn’t think I’d see them here.” Janet sipped at her orange juice absentmindedly, her eyes filled with shock and awe.

“Why don’t you go and say hi?” Ethan put his hand on her back and took another sip of wine, looking relaxed and at home.

Janet burst into laughter. “I’m just a nobody from the Larson Group. I haven’t even been regularized yet. How could I possibly talk to those masters?”

Ethan casually put down his glass and glanced at Garrett from across the room.

Garrett caught his gaze and immediately sprang into action. As if he had just received an urgent order, he deserted the crowd he had been talking to and walked towards Ethan.

“Lind.” Janet turned around to see Garrett in a white suit standing behind her.
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to the top designers in your field. They seldom come back. They all just happen to be here this time because of a fashion show. It’s a rare opportunity to meet them all in one place.” Garrett pushed his glasses up

more than usual. Whenever she was nervous, this was

Ethan, who nodded